Note: Wrote a short thing inspired by my Yoga Nidra practices at bedtime.
Close your eyes and see. Underneath the light of wakefulness is the shadow realm of a sleeping forest. A gentle breeze tickles the branches of the shapeless trees. Laughing streams run through from the heart to the stomach. The stream becomes a river and you become the water, expanding, floating. This formless world is wordless and thoughtless. In this dark forest, all is illuminated by the mysterious eye. It sees all and knows all because it is the creator of this world.
Who sees this world? Ask the sleeping forest. Ask the dark lord.